I have entered the Maine Photography Show for the last three years, limited to only 3 submissions in any category- I decided to submit some runner ups from the Abstract category...I had a very hard time choosing. Wish me well, it surely would be a feather in my cap to even place- the competition is extraordinary.

Monday, January 2, 2012

It is the sweetest things in life that float on by like feathers and we can only hold them for a moment, their softness reveals our heart to us. It is the sorrows of life that burrow deeper, cutting and shredding until their harshness instructs the soul.

Dear Sorrows of Life,

For the longest time, I could not figure out why I would hold on to your prickliness, your razor like hurt. Why your acid words would be allowed to echo in my heart, why such dark memories I'd let enter in to some new found light now. Such struggles I have allowed and wrestled with; there are still shadows presently in life that deserve no place within my bright circle- that sorely have fashioned a singular prison with no space for light and yet, I will leave my own sanctuary, entering that cell even if I have to stand upright against a cold wall balancing on a single toe like an awkward ballerina because Sorrow, you have something I need.

Chief Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks quoted a writing on suffering and tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to The Pursuit and Practice of Happiness..." per the On Being Blog (American Public Media). Profoundly understanding, I felt I should write to you Sorrow on these new fresh days of 2012. Another year of your lessons are welcomed, I sincerely hope you will allow my continuing correspondence and holding on because..I will not let you go until you bless me.